Monthly Archives: May 2017

it has been raining in philadelphia for four days. i love the rain. i love the clouds that hide the sun so that it doesn’t wake me with its rising at 5:34am. i love staying in bed until the latest … Continue reading →

i practiced dying yesterday, twice. first, on a plane flight with turbulence more turbulent than i’ve previously experienced. later, nearly falling down the stairs backward which would have smashed my skull on the cement landing. the plane touched down safely. … Continue reading →

confession: i used to be one of those people who wrote lists of things to do every few days and completed most things while moving a few items from a nearly finished list to a newly revised list, never doing … Continue reading →

confession: i spent an hour searching for music to accompany me today. when nothing from my established collection sounds good in my ear, i look for something new. sad songs and tangos show up in my recommended searches. after surrendering … Continue reading →

confession: in college i had a dance professor who told me the most healing thing she’d learned to do in her fifty years on the planet was to wrap herself in a pink blanket and cry when she needed to … Continue reading →